or "Sometimes it pays to do some exploring"
The mens room on the floor of the building where I work is disgusting. Picture the toilet that Renton dives into in the movie Trainspotting. Better yet, picture the bathroom from the original "Saw" movie.
It's cleaned every morning, but somehow by noon it becomes a post-apocalyptic wasteland of used paper towns, unidentifiably liquids, and hair.
The smell is also noteworthy. Imagine a skunk with dysentary. That's about it.
The sounds are also pretty disturbing. The constant 'tap-tap-tap' of people communicating with other human beings while commiting hygenic atrocities serves as a surreal counterpoint to what can best be described as a vaccum cleaner with its hose stuck in a bucket of pudding.
Get the picture? Good.
A few weeks ago I found myself one floor up and had to use the mens room. I walked in expecting pretty much the same seen. Instead, here's what I saw.
A clean, (relatively) pleasant smelling room that somehow seemed to have better lighting. The people who work on this floor has brought in a tasteful number of fake plants to make the place seem a bit nicer. The real kicker (and I am not making this up) is that someone has donated a CD player with a number of light jazz CDs that are played on endless look to help drown out the other noises that you would otherwise hear.
Moral: Never gamble in an alley when the casino is within walking distance.
In Bloom
22 hours ago
1 comment:
Dude, you have to bring home some pictures. I have a hard time believing any men's bathroom can be turned around that easily.
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